Bryn looked at Suleiman, meeting his gaze. The flickering firelight danced in his eyes.
His voice was hoarse, yet remarkably clear, rising above the crackling firewood as he finally voiced his doubt:
"Lord Suleiman."
"You don't even know who my enemies are."
"You don't know how powerful they are. Why did you agree to help me take revenge?"
"What if, once you find out who they are, you decide you don't want to help me?"
The question came from the bottom of his heart. He truly couldn't understand why Suleiman was willing to promise to help a commoner take revenge on a noble, without even asking who the target was.
None of it seemed real. What could he possibly have done to deserve Suleiman's help?
There was not a trace of displeasure on Suleiman's face. Instead, an inscrutable smile appeared, and he replied calmly and frankly:
"Bryn."
"Do you think you're the only one around me with a deep-seated grudge?"
"One more makes little difference, and one less does too."
"One more grudge won't weigh me down."
The image of the woman in the Lion's Den flashed through Suleiman's mind. She had a blood feud with the Lannister family, one that had cost her entire family.
She still hadn't told him who she was, but he had already guessed most of the truth.
Bryn was stunned. He looked at Suleiman. Though he didn't fully understand what Suleiman meant, he knew Suleiman had chosen to take on his blood debt as well.
He tried to read something in Suleiman's eyes, but saw only frankness.
His last doubts, like thin ice on a winter river, quietly shattered beneath Suleiman's calm words.
What a remarkable man. Bryn couldn't think of any other words to describe the rising Black Lion.
Bryn bowed his head